I’m sitting here on the couch wondering if I want to go out tonight. I don’t feel as desperate and as I did last week. I doubt that if I decided to stay home that I would [eventually] burst into tears at the thought of my ex. Honestly, I’ve thought about him a few times today, and each thought has been followed by a head shake [side-to-side] or a “fuck it”. I must be entering into the “Angry” / “I Don’t Give a Fuck” phase.
I have a few good reasons to stay in, the #1 being that I’m broke as hell and really can’t afford to spending money on things I don’t need. I swear, when I bought my condo I only thought of how I would be a homeowner and how I could sell my condo a few years from now and nearly double my investment – I live in an up and coming “location destination”. I didn’t think about how much this mortgage was going to affect my entertainment budget; so all though I look like I’m balling… I’m not. In fact, the ideal situation would be to go to the bar tonight, and have someone pick up my tab.
I really miss the days when I could spend a few hundred in one weekends and it not even put a dent in my checking account. Those were the “Good ‘Ole Days” when I was a renter. **sigh ** Back then I hated when guys would try and “buy me”. You know, trying to impress me by trying to buy my dinner or buy me drinks. I hated it. I felt like all guys [ that I encountered ] had to offer was money – and I already had that. Subsequently, I would decline and try to see what else they had to offer; which 9/10 times was nothing.
Noooooow, I’m totally fine with it.
It would be great if I could afford to pay for my own drinks, but unfortunately, I can’t. As a result, I’ll be much more agreeable when approached by a man who wants to buy me a drink. Hey it is, what it is. He’ll get his “in” and I’ll get my drink. It’s a win-win!
